"Murder you mean." The sinister word galvanized the dying woman in sudden strong life, and she reared herself again on the bed.
"Murder! Yes, it is murder," she cried loudly.

"He killed Sidney Bolton to get the emeralds, and he killed me to make me close my mouth." "Who stabbed you?
Speak! speak!" cried Random anxiously.
"Cockatoo.

He is guilty of my death and Bolton's," and she fell back, dead..